Rain, brain, train, drain, plain, main, gain, fain, Cain!
Those tears are the tears of love;
And, those words are the the words of your muse,
From your sweet heart!
So, keep on holding on my beautiful one.
On the wings of love i will expose my lovely muse to you,
For the birds came to me last night and, told me much about you;
Like the sweet smell of the aroma of peace and joy in the land of the living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem